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Evy. 16. Swedish and proud. Currently living in the state of Massachusetts.

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Jan
7:39pm

posted 5 months ago WITH 2 notes »reblog

This is getting out of hand.

I’m getting muscle spasms over trying to figure out what to have for dinner.

I can’t even make simple decisions without having panic attacks now.

Awesome.


Jan
8:33pm

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Winning at SkillsUSA was something that I can, still, only describe as euphoric.
The way my heart pounded in my chest as I stepped up onto the stage with my partner, how my knees practically gave out as I looked out at the crowd… The feelings are still clear in my memories. To be able to stand up in front of over two thousand people was surreal, to have someone place a medal around your neck, the cheering of the crowd… All cheering for us, the champions.  It was my moment of fame, a transient moment, but a moment all the same. I had exceeded my own personal expectations, I placed in third, and an intense happiness spread throughout me, smiling, nearly crying with joy.
I did it!

In my mind, I may as well have been at the Olympic Games, accepting a gold medal for some miraculous feat. In reality, however, I won a bronze medal for designing a promotional bulletin board based on the theme, “Skilled and Motivated.” After months of planning, and days of losing sleep and classes to complete my design, I had nearly reached the finish line. With quivering legs, I charged on through the last stretch of the race. I got up from my seat in the conference hall and I went up to the stage. Though a couple of competitors beat me there, I finally crossed the finish. It was over. I really did do it!

Though many people probably think that a bronze medal is no big deal, I find it to be a very big accomplishment. I believe that I never would have finished the race, had it not been for my partner, who rooted for me when I got overwhelmed; or for my adviser who supplied me with the necessary tools and believed in me. If not for them, I don’t think I would have even gotten to the competition. Though I wish I could say that I was able achieve the medal on my own, I’d be lying if I did. They were my team, and they believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself. The two of them pushed me and cheered me on, and together they helped me tremendously. If I hadn’t worked with such great people, I never would have reached the finish line.

SkillsUSA Massachusetts 2012 was my first time ever competing in such a huge and highly revered competition. It was an incredible experience, and I will surely never forget it. Not only was it my first time competing at Skills, but I participated in a design competition as a business student. It’s rare that you see a student competing out of their trade area at SkillsUSA, and in most competitions it isn’t even allowed. My participation was important in itself because I believe that I showed everyone there that you don’t need to study design to be successful in that area. That anyone can do anything as long as they put their minds to it. Determination is the key to success, and through perseverance and support from my team, I proved that.

My whole experience with SkillsUSA, from the very beginning, was a learning experience. It was a time of personal growth. I say this because, as time went on, and I tried harder and harder, I began to believe in myself. Just a little bit at first, but it was a start. It wasn’t until I had finished with everything, after I had received my medal, that I truly felt confident in my work. I actually believed in myself, and I got to thinking about the next year when I would compete again. The same thought has been racing around inside my mind since then: “If I could do it once, why shouldn’t I shoot to do it a second time?”, so that is exactly what I am going to do. I will try to do it a second time.

The time I spent on SkillsUSA in 2012 was life changing. I bettered myself in the process of a competition of all things! No self-help sections of the bookstore, no internet research, just hard work helped me gain confidence. There really is no feeling like your hard work paying off. The sense of accomplishment you feel, how you feel good enough, proud. Nothing can compare to the feeling you get upon completing a race; whether you come in first place or last place, you did it. You crossed the finish line!


Dec
5:02pm

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I’m posting my hand and fat fingers. Don’t freak out.

So, yeah. Should I keep them this color, or what?

Dec
4:12pm

posted 5 months ago WITH 9 notes »reblog

I painted my toenails with a nude shade, should I add some purple glitter?

/I’m going to be painting my fingernails a lavender color with the purple glitter on top okay.

Dec
10:22pm

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Words can’t even come close to expressing how stupid I think you are.

You’re a moron. Leave me alone.

I really hate people… Except you guys, you guys are nice.


Nov
5:31pm

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I had to go somewhere with my friends today and they’re all older than me… A woman thought that I was the adult/parental figure that drove them there. “Oh, are you their chauffeur?”

Uh, no… I’m 16, I don’t have my license… Why do I have to look like I’m 40? I feel disgusting. Absolutely old and unappealing to everyone around me.

I can’t go anywhere without people thinking:

A) I’m a teacher at the school

B) A parent “Oh, how many kids do you have?” or “Who’s parent are you?”

C) My dad’s girlfriend/wife

D) I’m at least 30-years-old

Yes, I’m very mature in my personality. Yes, I do dress cleaner and more professionally than most kids my age, but I like to dress like that. It fits my body type and my face. I just hate that people always think that I’m in my thirties. And I mean ALWAYS.

Ugh.


Nov
8:35pm

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I’m Swedish, and you’re a Finnish jerk.

How do we even get along? God, I really miss you.

But I really hate you for never writing back to me. I haven’t heard from you in a year, you idiot! For God’s sake, please. Just drop me a Facebook message or something so I know you’re okay. Or better yet, PLEASE REPLY TO MY LETTERS.

Do you know that I run to check the mail when I hear the mail truck every day, then I see that there’s nothing there and my heart sinks? It hurts.

You promised me that you’d talk to me every day just like we did when you were here. You’ve been gone for a year and a half, and I’ve heard from you three times…

You promised me.

And you let me down.


Nov
9:22pm

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So, I overheard a conversation in my chemistry class.

This girl that was speaking is barely even 5 feet tall and probably weighs about 95 pounds. She’s thin and reasonably attractive, blonde hair and blue eyes, is a cheerleader, etc. Her weight is proportionate to her height. She seems healthy aside from the fact that she smokes, well, alright. Whatever.

BUT she is one of the nastiest girls I have ever met.

I overheard her talking about a girl that weighs 160 lbs., calling her disgusting because of her weight.
“She weighs as much as my boyfriend. He weighs 160. It’s disgusting.” to quote her.
I am 5’4” and weigh approximately 165 pounds. I have very broad hips, due to bone structure and genetics (I am Swedish and part Chilean, so broad hips are normal.) My legs are muscular, not fat. Yes, they’ve got fat on them, I’m human and I love food. I don’t have a flat stomach. Wellp.
And don’t you dare try and tell me that your weight is your health. I’m not saying that I’m skinny, but I know that I am NOT FAT. I actually like my figure most days. But yeah, you can ask me to run a mile and I’ll do it with you. I go on bike rides, and walks on a regular basis, I also only drink water and I do my best to eat healthy given my budget. Go ahead and tell me that I am not healthy because of my weight. 
Oh, and I flaunt my hips like it’s nobody’s business. I’m proud of those things, let me tell you. They look good, in my opinion. I honestly do like my figure.
I don’t really care too much, though. Would it be nice to have a flat stomach instead of a bump? Sure, but I find fuller/curvacious women to be more attractive. Oh, God do I belong in the 1930’s or what?
Anyways.
Yesterday, I had the displeasure of having to sit at the same table as this young lady and her friends at lunch. Of course they were all barely eating anything, but hey, that’s their prerogative and who am I to tell them what they can and can not do?
They all decided to stare me down as though I was doing something wrong whilst sitting there minding my own business. (While eating some delicious meatloaf, by the way. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good salad as much as the next girl, but it’s nearing winter and it’s freezing both outside and inside of the school. I wanted a nice hot lunch.)

But I felt insecure. I felt insecure because they would watch me eat and then turn amongst themselves and snigger; clearly criticizing me.
I just wanted to eat lunch because I was hungry and it was cold.

But apparently that’s not okay because they have dubbed me as fat.


Oct
6:27am

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PSATs and my first GSA meeting today… I wonder if Herr Sanders cancelled the yearbook committee meeting. AT LEAST I DON’T HAVE STUDENT COUNCIL THIS WEEK, AW YEAH!

And more promoting Black Out Bullying Day. Lots and lots of promoting.


Sep
2:10pm

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GUYS, I LIVE RIGHT DOWN THE STREET FROM AN APPLE ORCHARD, OKAY?

OMG ALL OF THE APPLE STUFF THOUGH, I LOVE AUTUMN OKAY.

MY DAD IS TAKING ME DOWN LATER SO WE CAN GET APPLE DUMPLINGS AND HONEY STICKS AND PENNY CANDY AND OH MY GOODNESS I WANT HOT APPLE CIDER OKAY.

OKAY.